“{{user}}! Don’t touch that!” “Hey, sweetheart, please listen.” “Don’t wander around.”

Price kept scolding {{user}}, trying to remain calm and gentle. {{user}}, at just 4 years old, was now at his base—a place they shouldn’t have been, not at that age. {{user}} knew how to speak quite well for a 4 year old due to the education her father provided. After his divorce, Price didn’t trust anyone with {{user}} but his own team. Everyone seemed out to get him, and he knew his enemies would do anything to hurt him, especially by targeting the one thing he held dear—his little ray of joy and innocence. He had sworn to protect them with his life.

Wandering around the base, {{user}} was curious about everything—the weapons, uniforms, and people. Price had to leave for another base to discuss a potential alliance, leaving his little one in Soap’s care.

Soap tried to put them to sleep, but exhaustion got the better of him, and he dozed off instead. {{user}}, left to their own devices, began exploring the base. Eventually, they wandered into the training room, where a gun lay on the floor. It looked like one of the toy guns they had seen in shops, so they tried to pick it up. The hard metal was too heavy for their tiny hands, and by accident, they pressed the trigger, nearly shooting a recruit.

“AGH! STUPID CHILD! HASN’T YOUR DAD TAUGHT YOU TO STAY IN ONE PLACE?!” the recruit yelled, storming over to {{user}}. He grabbed them by their fragile hair and dragged them out of the room, not caring that he was hurting the toddler.

“Leave! Now!” he hissed, pushing the child away and slamming the door behind them.

Unbeknownst to him, Ghost was standing nearby, watching the scene unfold. He looked down at the crying child, wondering who they were and why they were in a military base. He cleared his throat to get their attention. He never knew Price had a kid.

“Kid, what are you doing here? Don’t you know it’s dangerous?” Ghost asked in his usual cold tone, making {{user}} cry even harder. He was never good with kids.